Her husband's flight was not due to depart Vancouver until 4 PM Madeira time, but she doubted he would have called her before takeoff."No, we lifted o...ff close to three hours ago. If you click up an atlas, look at the northernmost point where Manitoba and Ontario meet at the Hudson Bay. We're just north of East Pen Island right now. The sky is clear and the views are quite beautiful. We flew into the sunrise about an hour ago."Megan worked on her computer for a second. "I see the island. I'm. "Oh, I see you're more lucid this morning. How's the pain?" she asked in a motherly way."I feel it, but it seems so far away right now. I must still be loaded on whatever you stuck in my arm."Do you know where you are?" she asked."I guess I'm in a hospital." He looked at her; surprised she would ask such a simple question. He saw he write something on a chart."What's your name?" she asked carefully."Dan Carpenter," he answered.She smiled and nodded and left as a tray of food was brought in by a. I got soaking wet but could not get it started. I told her I would drive her home and look at it tomorrow when it was dry.She thanked me and got in my car. I could not keep my eyes off her legs. I made small talk and told her she was too drunk to be driving anyway. She said she did not start drinking till she was sitting with butch waiting for me to get there. I told her I had been there for a while looking for her but did not see her. She apologized and said she was sitting in a car talking to. . please Phoebe, I’m dying." Okay." Phoebe swirled her tongue round and round Rachel’s pussy in ever changing patterns as Rachel tried to push her cunt forward into her face. She looked up with an evil smile."You’re close, aren’t you bitch?" Yes, yes, so close, cumming! Phoebe! Oh my god! I’m, CUMMING!"Rachel exploded on the bed, twisting and turning, throwing her head back and forth so violently she almost seemed to be having convulsions. All the while, Phoebe kept her mouth on her friend’s.